Eternal Father
It had unfolded as envisioned. Quick and precise, a surgical incision spearheaded by one of the Eternal Father's own apprentices. Malachor V had always been on the fringes of galactic society, even during the zenith of the Tenth Sith Empire. Then it had served a lesser purpose for various occult research stations, all abandoned when the Empire met its doom. Since then, the world had fallen prey to malcontents of ill repute, hiding amongst the shattered world's many nooks and crannies. Yet, the old Emperor never truly severed the connections He had to the old Empire's worlds, Malachor V least of all.
They struck without warning and were gone just as quickly. The Guildhouse Bastion wreathed in bright plumes of noxious flame, corpses strewn about haphazardly as the Father's Hand dragged their quarry from the tower. With one hand, they flung the catatonic Qyssiyana into the cargo holds, slapping the ramp controls as the transport lifted up into the air and disappeared beyond the reach of what remained of the Guildhouse's defenders. Zadre made sure to adequately bind her quarry after that, practically tethering her to the support struts as well as blinding and gagging her.
When they reached the Malsheem, the still bound Qyssiyana was again dragged out onto the flight deck. Four Crownguard surrounded her, angling force pikes directly at her as the magnetic clamps built into the weapons seized her simultaneously. She was effortlessly lifted into the air, her entire body constricted by the four separate magnetic forces crashing against her all at once. Zadre led the way, her bushy tail swishing back and forth in anticipation as they neared the audience chamber.
As the doors opened, she practically galloped on all fours into the chamber. Leaping into the air, she deftly landed at the foot of a throne set upon a stepped dais. Soon enough the Crownguard followed, lowering the prisoner to the floor in front of the dais' base. They deactivated their force pikes, and roughly ripped away the bindings, blinders, and gag that had kept Qyssiyana completely in the dark the entire journey. When she'd opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the sudden light, she would find herself set before the one being in the whole of the galaxy she might have well and truly considered a God.
Darth Carnifex, the Eternal Father, stared down at Qyssiyana from atop His throne. Zadre was hunched down at His side, staring up at her Lord with eyes filled with feverish devotion. It was evident that she had been apprehended by her creators, and forcibly dragged back to the crucible of her birth against her will. All of her defiance, all of her independence, had brought her right back here.
Before Him.
He caught her with a scalding stare, His scorching eyes burning bright with disappointment. Despite His fierce countenance, the Eternal Father spoke softly but sternly, as a parent would to a child who had misbehaved. "What do you have to say for yourself, Qyssiyana?"
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